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Aradoa has a simple room, like every other Novice in the White Tower. Her wash basin has a chip on the top of the bowl where one of the previous Novices knocked it over. Her cramped wooden bed pushed against the wall holds a lumpy mattress with a few burns in it where a Novice practicing a new fire trick had failed. The wardrobe hold the few Novice dresses given to her along with some white stockings and white shoes. Pushed in the back of the wardrobe is a small box that contains her belt, a sharpening stone and her most precious possession; the knife her father gave her for mastering horseback riding. The fireplace has a crack in part of it, but it still keeps the room very warm when it's lit. This is her first night in the White Tower, and though she would like to calm her nerves by sharpening her knife, she cannot because the Aes Sedai giving her a lesson today took it to try to break Aradoa's block.

After some time crying, Aradoa decided to go for a walk to clear her head. It was late, and Novices weren't suppose to be wandering around, but she couldn't stay cramped up in her room any longer. She fished out a dress she had brought with her from the back of her wardrobe and changed quickly. She then pulled out the darkest cloak she owned and wrapped it around her. She went to grab her knife, forgetting it was no longer there. She angrily threw the box back into the wardrobe. She then carefully peeked her head out into the darkness, and quietly stalked out of the Novice Quarters. . .

. . .continued under the "Tar Valon" section inside of The Falcon.

Striding over to the bed, she sat down and tried to examine it in the little moonlight that seeped in through her tiny window. It was a very well crafted knife or good quality steel. The curved blade felt right at home in her hand, and she practiced a few moves her father had shown her. The blacksmith who made this knife had done an excellent job; it was perfectly balanced. Aradoa resheathed the knife and tucked it under her pillow. She then crawled into bed, but her eyes remained open.

She dug the wooden box from the back of her wardrobe and opened it, taking out her sharpening stone. She sad back down on the bed, taking the knife out so the steel blade shimmered in the moonlight. She then methodically began sharpening the knife, a soft "tsss" sound emerging from each stroke like a lullaby lulling her to sleep. The blade didn't need to be sharpened, but the effect of doing it was like a beautiful dance to Aradoa, and Light knows she loves to dance. Soon her eyelids began to feel heavy, so she set the sharpening stone on the nightstand next to her bed and put the now sheathed blade under her pillow. She stretched out on the bed, and was immediately asleep.

Satisfied, the servant closed the door and left. She saw no Aes Sedai at all until she returned to her usual assignments.

Aradoa awoken at the sound of a "pssst" coming in through her wall. She groggily opened her eyes and fumbles around her bed looking for where the sound was comnig from. She saw a small hole and nervously talked through it "H-hello? Is someone there?"

Aradoa smiled, excited to hopefully make her first friend in the tower. "My name's Aradoa. I just got here yesterday from Ebou Dar, what about you? I didn't think anyone was in the room next to me."